Top Chef

We lost Frenchie last week. Well thank god. The French are assholes.

Quickfire Challenge: food representing angels and devils. Like, something really bad for you paired with something good. Robin brings her cancer into the situation and wins. And Eli's enough of a douchebag to actually mock her for it and say it's why she won.

Penn & Teller are the guests for the Elimination Challenge: the chefs are assigned a classic dish to deconstruct. Ron can't really grasp the concept, and given that he kind of sucks anyway, I think it's his time to go. I'm starting to wonder if, instead of being foreign, he's mildly retarded. I can't tell. But I'm definitely not going to his restaurant now.

But most dishes end up being a bit of a disaster. A lot of them didn't really deconstruct so much as reinvent. I'm pretty sure The Other Old Chick thought fish and chips involved chips, not fries. Oy. And a lot of the stuff just looks like crap and apparently tastes the same way. It's a sad day when the best dish appears to be a Caesar salad. Actually, Ashley's pot roast and Kevin's chicken mole are big hits. Now I want pot roast. Too bad it's a hundred frickin' degrees here.

Winner: Kevin, the Brawny Paper Towel Guy. Love him.

Bye-bye: Ron and his retarded paella. He's a gentle giant, but a sucky chef.